Love washes over the tides
of grey,
in the night they rise.
Guided by breath and dreams,
his hands can find me and be the only ones.
It is in silence
the way morning sweeps in,
trying to take back old words
and paint the canvas
as intended.
Love washes over the tides
of grey,
in the night they rise.
Guided by breath and dreams,
his hands can find me and be the only ones.
It is in silence
the way morning sweeps in,
trying to take back old words
and paint the canvas
as intended.
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
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Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time … cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows–I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.
✨b elizabeth bell
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No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
July 31, 2014 at 5:34 am
❤
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July 31, 2014 at 7:23 am
Love!
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